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Match Type: Mercy Match
Victory Conditions: Accepting a pinfall, submission, or knockout. There are no disqualifications, with the sole exception of the use of weapons.
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was in gorilla, waiting for his cue with the lovely by his side. The LAW Universe loved what she did to assist the Bitchmaker in his debut against Audrey Trovita and were in fact clamoring for more, so management was happy to sign her on as his manager. And so far, it was feeling like she'd made the right choice. Dolly was fun and adventurous, knowing how to show a woman a good time, both out in the world and in the bedroom. Match Type: Mercy Match
Victory Conditions: Accepting a pinfall, submission, or knockout. There are no disqualifications, with the sole exception of the use of weapons.
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Marcela had put in work on trying to lock this man down. It wasn't a simple task, as he doesn't do relationships. Or so he said. For now, they're simply friends with benefits. But she'll find a way in eventually. She always does.
On the professional side of things, she settled right into her role, meeting with this week's booker to get his match card. Paul Lombardi...she didn't like the way he looked at her. There was the typical admiration of her visage, but he was radiating with ulterior motive when he tried to talk her into competing. She didn't know what it was at the moment, but she respectfully declined and went on her way. A wise decision: She would later look into this man and learn that likes to set up one-sided slaughters.
She'll cozy up to him when he's in charge. This could be good for her client.
Hannah Edwards...She definitely looks like someone that Paul would have on one of his match cards. She was built for the kind of action he tries to put together. She loves pain. Invites it upon herself. Easy pickings, but if Dolly wanted a project -- someone to break -- he'd be disappointed.
He didn't care, confident that he'd be able to put on a good show either way.
As Dolly's sounded, the arena would be lit up like a nightclub with purple and violet strobes. With Marcela at his side, he emerged from behind the curtain around seven seconds into the track, carrying himself with a confident feminine swagger. The audience was undecided on how it wanted to react to him: Half of them cheered for him, and the other half was booing. But everyone single one of them had an opinion and wanted to voice it, being louder than they were last week thanks to the woman he had with him.
"Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is a Mercy match! It will continue until one competitor accepts a pinfall, submission, or knockout! And there will be no disqualifications with the exception of the use of weapons!" A detail that Dolly didn't mind at all. He wasn't in this to do that kind of damage. "Introducing first: Standing at five feet and seven inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and thirty-pounds, accompanied by Marcela Kaneshiro Rocha, fighting out San Franciso, California...! 'The Bitchmaker', Dollyyyyy Blitz!"
Dolly's eyes scanned the crowd as he sauntered over to the ring, turning to a busty goth wearing a low cut scoop-necked dress. She was calling his name, bouncing with excitement when he got close. He took one look at the twins, then at Marcela, then her, and asked, "May we?" And she would oblige them both with some fine motorboating. Marcela first, since she's a lady, then him. At the end of it, he would plant a kiss on both of the goth's tits, leaving lipstick marks behind as a souvenir.
Further along was a small group of beauties, three of them. He went up to them and said, "Take the jacket.", turning his back to them to make it easy. But it wasn't enough: The brunette with the tight top and tiny shorts touched his chin and softly turned his head to face her, planting a kiss right on the lips that lasted for a few hot moments. When she backed away, she took his shades with her. She had a nice set of lips, so he didn't mind.
And neither did Marcela. While she wanted to claim his heart, she didn't care to take sole ownership of his body. Not that she would complain if he gave it to her. It would be more power in her hands.
With his jacket off, Dolly made his way to the steps, climbed up, and entered the ring, with Marcela moving to the side of the ring. He stepped over to a corner and climbed up to take a seat atop the turnbuckle, getting nice and comfy while he waited for his opponent to appear.
